Bedroom Closet

Simon had let me sleep late. I had been such a good toy for him the night before. We relaxed all day, enjoy­ing each other in sim­ple ways, know­ing that tonight would bring plenty of fun and excite­ment. He had asked me what I wanted to do tonight early this morn­ing. I had answered with a smile and whis­pers right in his ear. “I want to take a hot shower with you wash­ing me, I want you to clean every inch of my body, test­ing with your tongue. Then I want to get dressed while you watch, I want to see your face as I slide lace and silk over my body. I want you to take me to drinks, I want you to take me danc­ing, and I want us to come home with a beau­ti­ful woman that wants to fuck us all night long.” I didn’t need a ver­bal response, Simon’s kiss was enough to say he thought it was a fan­tas­tic idea.

The shower went as planned, I was clean, shaved, and primed by Simons warm tongue. As I got dressed Simon watched. His hand slowly stroked his cock as I slipped into my bra and panties for the evening. Sim­ple, clas­sic, black lace strap­less and a thong. No garter tonight, just the basics, but the basics that look the best. The dress was sim­ple as well, pur­ple silk, with a hal­ter that tied around the neck. Classy and incred­i­bly sexy. Simon con­tin­ued to watch me get dressed, his hand on his cock the whole time, like a peep­ing Tom with a closer view. I teased him a bit, I licked the tip of his cock, I bent over inches away from his face show­ing him my fan­tas­tic shave. He slowed down his hand when I asked him to save up. “I want to be able to share your cum.”

Simon knew where to go. The club was dark, the music was loud, and there was a fan­tas­tic mix of peo­ple there. We ordered a cou­ple drinks and found a seat at the bar. I told Simon that I was excited, but either way, girl or not, we would be fuck­ing me silly when we got home. The bulge in his pants had never been harder, and I grasped it firmly as I kissed him. His hand slid up my dress, and he slipped two fin­gers deep inside my already wet pussy. “I know you want to taste some” he said as he ran those fin­ger across my lips, then told me to go dance. He motioned to the dance floor where a tall brunette was danc­ing alone among the couples.

Her body moved, feel­ing the music, not car­ing that she was enjoy­ing it alone. She was taller than me, long strong legs, long arms, long hair. She moved with flu­id­ity for some­one so solid, so stat­uesque. Her skirt was straight, longer than all the other wom­ens, a lux­u­ri­ous knit that fit her curves per­fectly. She wore a match­ing back­less shirt with­out any­thing else, her breasts smaller but per­fectly round, her nip­ples stand­ing out like can­dies, wet from sweat and chilled by the air. Simon knew what he was doing when he pointed me to the dance floor. He knows that I like my men built like men and my women built like women, with all the curves and soft edges. I moved out to the dance floor and danced beside her, both of us in our own worlds. My eyes closed and when I opened them again she was look­ing at me. We smiled and con­tin­ued to dance, only this time with each other. Our bod­ies would touch, our hands would meet, there was elec­tric­ity between us. Music went on and we danced closer and closer let­ting our hands move over each other enjoy­ing the pulse of the music. Finally exhausted she stood behind me, her hands on my hips and bent down to whis­per that we could both use a drink. I agreed and took her by the hand, telling her I wanted to intro­duce her to my hus­band. She slowed at first, knocked back for a moment. I looked her in the eyes and asked if that was alright. My look told her I wanted her for me, not for him. Of course she said, and we con­tin­ued across to the bar…

See how it goes in Part 2…

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